#dad bokuto

Dad!Bokuto who despite his boisterous exterior, Bokuto is very in tune with his kids' emotions. He’s always there to lend a listening ear, give advice, or just offer a comforting hug when they need it. Whenever he's able to help them without calling Akaashi or Kuroo for advice, he treats himself to ice cream.

Dad!Bokuto (retired) As a former volleyball star, Bokuto loves to coach his kids' sports teams. He's patient and motivating, teaching them the importance of teamwork, practice, and having fun.

Dad!Bokuto who goes all out for holidays, decorating the house from top to bottom, planning fun activities, and making sure every celebration is memorable. He especially loves Halloween and Christmas, turning the house into a festive wonderland.

Dad!Bokuto who always goes on family outings that are never boring. He loves taking his kids on spontaneous adventures, like hiking trips, visits to amusement parks, or even just a surprise day at the beach.

Dad!Bokuto who uses everyday situations to teach his kids important life lessons. Whether it's about perseverance, kindness, or honesty, he always finds a way to impart wisdom in a fun and relatable manner. You try not to laugh when he tried to use a metaphor like teach a man to fish in the complete wrong situation.

Dad!Bokuto who enjoys doing arts and crafts with his kids, often making homemade gifts for friends and family. His creativity knows no bounds, and the house is filled with their colorful projects.

Dad!Bokuto who incorporates fitness into family fun. They have family workout sessions where they do silly exercises, dance-offs, or even yoga, making sure everyone stays active and healthy together.

Dad!Bokuto would have a whole volleyball team of his own if it didn't take such a toll on your body

Dad!Bokuto who loves his family more than anything and everything in the world and may or may not cry along with his little ones when he has to go out of town for volleyball (he does)

Wait cuz i kinda love making long versions of this... who do you guys want next

It was already 9 pm when you could finally put your toddler to sleep; she was a carbon copy of her father, the famous volleyball player: Kotaro Bokuto. With her huge, round golden eyes, black and white hair and cheerful smile...the resemblance was so obvious; sometimes you wondered if little Yume has any thing she got from you. That thought made you feel conflicted: you were grateful that your daughter was a high spirited, adorable little owl, but truth be told, you felt a little jealous when they ganged up against you.

Yume was fast asleep when you decided that you indeed deserve a little “you time”, meaning you poured a glass of your fanciest wine for yourself, draw a bath: putting your favourite bath bombs, essential oils and bath salts into the hot water, and added rose petals just for the fun of it. Your husband, Kotaro was abroad for an important game, and unfortunately you and your daughter couldn’t join him, since the little owl was fighting against a mighty cold. So it was you now...all alone, enjoying the various scents. You could finally relax a bit.

Honestly, everything was perfect; except one thing: you missed your husband so bad! Yes, it’s been only a week since he departed, but your body, your heart, your soul ached for his presence. Talking about bodily needs...

Let’s just say that Kotaro was blessed with a great physique, astounding stamina and a cock, that was fucking magic: first of all, you never measured it, but you were sure it was at least 18 cm if not more with a girth that filled you so well. That’s all nice, but the most important thing is: he knows how to use his gift to make you see the stars. Despite his size, vehemency and sheer strength, your husband was a gentle lover; always making sure that you come first. Foreplay with him was expectional...Without realizing, you already started massaging your boobs, gently squeezing them, trying to imitate the way Kotaro does.

One hand remained on your breast, while the other was drawing small circles on your clit. The waves around you soothed your body even more, adding another pleasant sensation, besides the ones you were doing. After a while the gentle massaging became rough gropes, and the slow, small circles were exchanged to fast fingering. You were enjoying yourself so much, you didn’t even notice that the bathroom opened and hazy, full of lust golden eyes were watching every move you make.

Unbeknowst to you, the ever so cheery volleyball player, who was the life of parties decided that this time he wouldn’t stay to celebrate, he just wanted to go home, to you and your precious little owl, so he hopped on the first airplane possible and arrived approximately an hour ago. On the way home he kept talking to the taxi driver how amazing his family is, how beautiful you and your daughter are, while poor man didn’t have a chance to say anything at all except for “yeah” and “sure”, not that Kotaro minded. He was aware that his little owl is probably asleep by now, so he tried his best to remain silent. With careful steps he rushed straight to your shared bedroom, but you were not there.

Owl like eyes were looking around, Kotaro was wondering where you could be: not in your daughter’s room, that’s for sure. Little Yume always preferred to sleep alone, even as a baby. He didn’t see you in the kitchen when he stopped to have a bite of something, nor in the living room. The house was silent. So that means...Bingo!

And there you were! His gorgeous wife, Y/n Bokuto. What a sight! Especially with half lidded eyes full of lust, your lips were slightly parted as you were trying not to moan; your hand was groping your breast while the other was down, playing with your pussy. A wide smile appeared on Kotaro’s face as he watched the scene unfold. He didn’t move, didn’t make his presence known, no, he was only the audience of this magnificent show. Though his clothes were begging to be removed...

He stood there, watching his wife, the love of his life indulges in delight. What could you think of? Are you fantasizing about something you’ve watched? Or something you want to feel? When a silent “Kotaro” left your plump lips, he could not be held back any longer. With quick moves he removed his clothes and stepped in, just as you reached your height.

-Kotaro, oh! –You moaned with eyes shut, not being aware that your fantasy is right next to you, watching as you pleasure yourself with hungry eyes.

Kotaro Bokuto was a gentle lover, but a week without you brought his more animalistic side to surface. Like a predator, ready to hunt down its prey, he stared as you came down from your bliss, only to be met with his grin.

                        -I see you were not bored while I was away. –He shoot his toothy grin at you, making you feel embarrassed. It’s not like you haven’t masturbated in front of him, it’s just you were surprised.

                        -Love! –You exclaimed happily –I thought you come back tomorrow. What happened?

                        -I missed you two, thought I would surprise you; who would’ve guessed you also missed me that much. – He replied with a smug smile that faded away as he stepped in the bathtub, right behind you. –But I’m here now, don’t worry, I can give you anything you want.

His usually cheerful voice was now deeper, hoarser. Kotaro’s big hands found their way to your breast; with a lustful groan he concluded, they still feel the same. You let out a moan as you felt the sensation you’ve been craving for: your husband used his hands like an expert –truth be told, he was an expert when it came to your body.

                        -So soft...mhm, remember when they were full of milk? I loved it. Think we can make it happen again? – He mumbled mindlessly as he squeezed your nipples, like something would come out of them. – Think I can make you pregnant again?

You were too lost in pleasure, halfmindedly nodding, not really paying attention to Kotaro’s words, rather indulging in the feelings that his hands created. Soon you feld something hard pressed against your lower back, which encouraged you to stand up, letting your husband’s eyes wander on you.

Pregnancy and childbirth did change your body, but none of you cared; all the negative thoughts were chased away by heated touches, beautiful praises and full of want kisses. Your husband looked at you, like you were the most gorgeous human being on Earth, truth be told, for him, you were. Half lidded golden eyes were shamelessly staring at you as you dried yourself; with a wink you suggested to continue in the bedroom and he agreed.

You hurried back, but on the way to the bedroom, Kotaro caught you, like you were a prey and threw you on the bed. You didn’t even have a chance to squeal as hungry lips were pressed on your plush ones, claiming them to be his, and only his. His tongue danced perfectly passionate with yours, mixing your salive together, tasting like toothpaste and something sweet. You moaned into the kiss, making Kotaro smile as he let his hands explore every curve of yours.

Your body trembled impatiently, silently begging your husband to insert his length in you, but instead he pampered you with his sloppy kisses, arriving at your entrance.

-So wet for me. –He noted when his lips touched your sensitive skin. With an insatiable need, he started eating you out: his tounge played with your clit, circling, then withdrawing, while two of his fingers were inside you, hitting just the right spot. In a few minutes you were nothing but a moaning mess, chanting Kotaro’s name, when you finally came around his fingers. With a satisfied smirk he took them out, replacing the fingers with his cock, earning a surprised yelp.

-Y/n, did you do kegels or something? – He grunted desperately as his girth barely fitted in you.

You couldn’t answer, as you were relishing as his thickness stretched your walls, squeezing every centimetre as he could finally place in his whole length in you. That’s when the show started...

You see, Kotaro was a gentle lover, very affectionate, always started out slow and careful, fully aware of his sheer strength and big size. Except when he went abroad for a game – he could become so needy, so impatient. Not that you minded...

His cock rammed into you with full force, as you were about to scream, he quickly shut your mouth with his hand.

-Hush, sweetheart, do you want to wake our daughter up? Don’t you want to enjoy our little special time together? Daddy needs you now. I know you can take it; my beautiful wife...take it, take everything I give you. –Kotaro couldn’t stop blabbering sweet nothings, he was very vocal during sex.

His hand remained on your mouth as he pumped into you, making you see the stars. You were a drooling mess when he finally released his cum into you with a deep grunt, and you gratefully took it, vacuuming every single drop he had. His body fell next to you; both of you panted exhaustedly, yet your features reflected pure delight.

[...]

You and Kuroo wait in the car as your kid knocks on his crush's door. He could do it tomorrow in class, but he's way too shy to do it in front of his colleagues and he also wanted to know her response, so after texting the girl's mom asking if they were home, you drove your little boy there.

"Do you think she'll say yes?"

"Have some faith in your son, Tetsu." You slap his arm. "Oh, oh, she's there!"

You two stare out of the window like two fangirls, trying to read the girl's expression to see how it's all going. She looks surprised, her eyes shine a bit at the sight of the roses and chocolate box in his hands. He starts saying something to her and her cheeks go red, after he's done she nods excitedly and they hug.

Kuroo raises his fist in celebration and you cheer.

"Oh my God, she accepted!"

"Of course she did, he's my son, he takes after my charms."

"Yeah, yeah, okay."

♡ USHIJIMA stares down at the sixteen-year-old boy who's standing by the door in front of him. The poor teenager would be terrified if it wasn't for the fact that he is a fan of the ace.

"You know I'm a professional volleyball player, right? I'm Japan's canon." He crosses his arms, subtly flexing his muscles to show his strength.

"Yes, Sir, I'm a big fan."

"You've seen my games?"

"Yes, Sir."

"So you know how strong I am, right? You’ve seen my spikes I’m sure you know it."

“Yes! I love that play you and Kageyama-san did on last years’ finals, the ball hit the court with a ‘kaboom!’ and the game ended and I was like ‘oh my god!’, I almost punched the wall.”

“You’re an odd kid.”

“Dad, please leave him alone.” His son pleads, sighing as he reaches the door.

You watch from the end of the hall how his date slightly blushes when S/n comes into his view, a smile plastering your face as you remember years ago when Wakatoshi went to your childhood house to pick you up for your first date as well.

“Wow… y-you look- I-”

“Handsome. Tell him he looks handsome.” Your husband orders.

“Dad, stop.”

“No, no, he’s right. You look very handsome.”

“Thank you. You do too. Now let’s get going.”

“Don’t forget the canon.”

“I won’t, Sir.”

“I want him home by ten.”

“Eleven!” You say loud enough for them to hear and your son flashes you a grateful look before snatching his date’s arm and pulling him to walk away.

“No funny business!”

“Dad, for God’s sake.”

You hug Ushijima from behind and you two watch as the boys disappear from your view.

“He’s all grown up now, just yesterday I was changing his diapers.” You whine, buring your face on his back.

“He’s turning into a man now. But he needs to choose his dates better, that boy is weird.”

You laugh, then pull him out of the doorway and close it behind you.

“You just found him weird cause he wasn’t intimidated by you.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you get on your tiptoes to give his nose a little peck.

“Indeed. Do I need to work out more? Maybe if I get more muscles I’ll be intimidating.”

“I think you look amazing just the way you are, Baby, but if you want I have a workout program that can you can do, and it’s pretty easy, we have all the equipments you’ll need here.”

He tilts his head with furrowed eyebrows, a little confused.

“You’ll only need a bed and your loving wife.” You smirk. “We can workout as much as we want until eleven.”

“You know, you’ll be the death of me someday, My Dear.”

♡ BOKUTO came home from work to hear cries over his wife’s calming voice. He furrowed his eyebrows as he slipped off of his shoes, trying to focus on hearing what you were saying.

He quickly followed the noise to find your daughter with tears streaming down her face while being held by you.

“Hey, hey, what happened, Shortcake?” He asked, rushing to sit beside you and petting the teenager’s head.

“She went to B/n’s house to ask him to be her valentine but found him cheating on her.” You respond in her place as she was unable to speak due to her hiccups.

“I’m sorry, he did what?!”

You grabbed his wrist before he could get up from the bed, already knowing he would sprint to the boy’s house.

“Kou, she needs us right now, just leave it alone.”

“But-”

“No, we can talk to his parents later, now stay here and comfort your daughter.” He sighs in defeat.

“Hey, Shortcake, look at me.” He cupped his kid’s face gently, making her look up to him. “He didn’t deserve you, okay? You’re an amazing person and if he didn’t realize that, it’s his loss. He’s not worth your tears, Blossom. You know what, I’m gonna be your valentine this year, and I’ll show you how boys should treat you, okay? You should not settle for any less.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Now go take a relaxing shower and get ready, I’m taking you out.”

She nods and gives him a hug before going to the bathroom.

“I told you she should’ve dated Akaashi’s kid.” He mumbles and you laugh.

“Thank you, Kou.” You smile fondly at him.

“For what?”

“For being a great father, and an amazing husband.”

“I’m just doing my job, Princess. I shouldn’t be praised for doing the minimum.” He raises your hand to his face and kisses your knuckles gently. “But if you want to praise me later on tonight I won’t be against it.” He smirks and you playfully slap his chest. “I’m gonna go buy her, and you too, some flowers, I’ll be back shortly.” He gets up and starts walking towards the door. “Also, do you think now it’s the right time to text Akaashi and tell his kid she’s single or…?”

“Oh my God, wait a week at least.” You laugh.

The fabric of the world tears. Not for him? In what alternate timeline would that ever be true?

You walk into the kitchen then, dressed and ready for work. Hanako tugs at your shirt. “Mom! Dad ate Suna-kun’s bento!” The distress in her voice is very real. Unfortunately real. Tragically real.

Osamu isn’t sure he’s alive. Is this a dream. “Suna-kun? Like, Suna Taichi? Son of Suna Rintaro?”

“Yes!” Hanako groans. “It’s my Valentine’s Day gift! And you ruined it!”

You glance between your daughter and your husband, both distraught in wildly different ways. “Samu, honey, why don’t you get ready for work? Hana-chan, I’m sure it’s not that bad. Let me see?”

Osamu stalks off, throwing his apron over a chair on his way to the bedroom. He’s muttering something under his breath, but he can take care of himself. More to the point is Hanako, glaring at the little bento box. “Hana-chan, did you thank your dad yet? He woke up early to help you, right?”

“But he-“

“Hana-chan.”

-

After Hanako makes it halfway to school, parting ways to finish the journey with her classmates from the neighborhood, you wander back into your room to check on your husband. He’s thrown backward across the bed with one burly arm thrown over his eyes like a Victorian lady.

“Samu?”

He grunts, not changing his posture at all.

“Hanako left me something for you.”

“Don’t want it.”

“Samu.”

“She hates me.”

“Samu.”

Finally, he lifts his arm, pulling himself to a sitting position. “What?”

You hold out the pile of flowers she’d picked until the corner where you parted ways. It’s a ragged pile, and not very elaborate. The color scheme is nonexistent, but it’s enough.

As Osamu takes them from your hands, his eyes water just a little. “She’s sorry for yelling at you. She’ll say it herself when she comes home, but these are for you. She spent a long time picking out the best ones.”

Onigiri Miya opens late that day, as Miya Osamu needs a few hours to collect himself.

  Bokuto Koutaro is walking home with his son after school. Sora-kun’s tiny backpack is on one arm, Bokuto’s whole bicep taking up the space within the strap. Sora is holding his other hand, animatedly talking about his plans for the evening and swinging their arms as violently as his little self can.

“Dad, do you think they’ll like my present?” Sora asks. He’s a little heart-breaker already, with three valentines on his first time celebrating the holiday. “I didn’t wait for White Day, because I don’t think I can.”

Bokuto grins. “They’ll love it, bud.”

Sora returns the face-splitting smile his dad imparts on him.

“Who’s your favorite?” he asks. “Out of your three girlfriends.” Perhaps he shouldn’t encourage this behavior, but Sora doesn’t mean anything by it at this age. Besides, the three girls are fully aware of each other, often having battles that fly right over little Sora’s head. Sora is a little… absorbed in his own interests, and the girls love him for it. Bokuto thinks it’s funny to watch.

Especially their dads.

“Agashee-chan knows a lot about bugs,” Sora says seriously, like this is a very important factor to choosing your valentine. To Sora, it probably is, considering his plan for the day is to gift each girl one of the bugs he caught last week. “But Tsukishima-chan knows a lot about dinosaurs.” After a moment, he concedes, “I don’t know a lot about dinosaurs. Their names are too hard.”

Bokuto hums. “What about Kuroo-chan?” Kuroo-chan has the funniest dad, he can say that much. The anguish on Kuroo’s face every time his precious daughter pines after Sora is a sight Bokuto will never get tired of. Tsukki’s face comes in a close second.

“Kuroo-chan is pretty. She knows a lot of scary stories.”

“Oya?” Three girls, and only one got the denotation of pretty. Interesting. “Did she tell you a good one last time?”

“Yeah!” Sora jumps over a crack in the sidewalk like it’s a river. Bokuto’s arm gets pulled a little by the sudden movement, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. “She said something about someone getting chopped up. And I said, ‘Like a rotisserie chicken?’ She said exactly like that.”

Bokuto grimaces. Kuroo’s daughter… She scares Bokuto a little bit. She’s much smarter than her dad was at this age, according to the stories he hears about her circumventing every child-lock on the TV to watch true crime shows. “A rotisserie chicken,” he mumbles.

“Dad! Dad!” Sora stops walking and turns to face his dad, never letting go of his hand. “Can we have rotisserie chicken for dinner?”

-

They do not have rotisserie for dinner. The gym 3 wives had cooked up a feast already, and rotisserie chicken was not part of their carefully planned menu.

Sora-kun and his girlfriends are occupied in the living room, where Sora is selecting which bug to give to which girl. Akaashi’s oldest daughter is on the couch scrolling through her phone, occasionally glancing at the little terrors to make sure they don’t break anything while the adults are trying to have their romantic dinner.

From what he can tell, Sora has done his job, and is now talking animatedly to Akaashi’s youngest daughter. Kuroo and Tsukishima’s daughters look on, lost.

“She knows a lot about murder,” Tetsurou muses beside him, “but bugs make her a little squeamish.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Look at her, trying to find some way to fit in.” Kuroo chuckles. “Still don’t know what’s so good about that Sora kid.”

“HEY!” Bokuto pushes his friend. “That’s my kid.”

“Exactly,” Tsukishima adds. “Exactly.”

Reverting to the only thing he knows, Bokuto whines, “Agasheeee!”

Akaashi pushes his glasses up his nose. “I rest my case, Bokuto-san.”

It’s White Day, and in the world of dad!Haikyuu…

 Sakusa Kiyoomi is having the worst day of his life.

He brought Kyosuke with him to shop for White Day gifts for you, so why did he pay for two sets of trinkets?

Back home, he poured himself a little bit of wine (not too much; too early in the day for that), and gave Kyo-kun a glass of apple juice. “So…” he starts awkwardly. Kyosuke looks at him with eyes too pure for this world. They’re still so strange on his face, since the rest of his features look exactly like Kiyoomi. Kyosuke has none of the world-weariness, though. None of the virulent distaste for other people. Kiyoomi taps at his wine glass, tugging at his turtleneck in a vain attempt to loosen the collar. “Tell me about who you bought these for.”

“Okay!” Kyosuke takes a long sip from his cup, and Kiyoomi wonders if the kid is ever going to start talking. “She’s really pretty.”

“You think everyone is pretty,” Kiyoomi points out.

“She has a pet snake.”

“Oh?” Kiyoomi adjusts his posture, trying his best not to let his son see the slight discomfort this comment elicits. He knows someone with a pet snake, and it’s Atsumu. The coincidence is unhappy.

“Yeah! She also has these really cute hairclips! I like looking at them. She matches them with her clothes every day.”

“Hm. What’s her name?”

Kyosuke smiles. “Miya-san!”

Kiyoomi’s heart stops. He does his very best to stop the scowl from taking over his face, but he’s not sure he’s doing a very good job at it. “Do you mean Miya Atsumu’s daughter?” Please say no, please say no, I KNEW something was off when you said ‘pet snake.’

His son tips his head, curls falling askew. “Yeah? Do you know another Miya-san in my school? Because I don’t. She promised to get me a special onigiri from that restaurant you like!”

“That’s nice, Kyo-kun.”

“Dad, are you okay? You look sick. Are you drunk?”

“I… Think I need to take a nap. Can you clean up for me?”

“Sure!” Kyosuke grabs hold of both cups, walking away to put them in the sink.

-

“Atsumu.”

“Omi-omi! What’s up?” Right after the question, Atsumu yells at someone else in the room with him.

Sighing, Kiyoomi tightens his hold on the phone. “Atsumu.”

“Yeah, what?”

“Did your daughter give someone something for Valentine’s Day last month?”

“Hah? That teddy bear and card your son took home was from Emi-chan. You didn’t know?”

Kiyoomi didn’t know. When you came back with Kyosuke and his prize stash, he hadn’t bothered to ask who they were from. He was having enough of a crisis over the fact that his son was getting Valentine’s Day gifts at all, and had to go take a run. Apart from that, he forcefully pushed everything else related to his son’s Valentine’s Day out of mind.

“You know what?” he tells his setter through the phone. “I hate you.”

“Omi-omi! What are you talking about?” Atsumu laughs nervously.

“Kyo-kun just made me buy White Day gifts to give to Emi-chan.”

“Aw! That’s adorable.”

“It’s horrible.”

“Young love, Omi. Come on, you had crushes when you were younger. ‘M sure Itachiyama had really pretty girls.”

“Kyo-kun just learned how to walk,” Kiyoomi snaps. “He’s too young for love.”

Atsumu pauses. “Kyo-kun took his first steps almost six years ago, Omi.”

Kiyoomi hangs up, burrowing into his sheets to take a nap.

This cannot be happening.

thanks for reading!

Bokuto - It was getting impossible to feign ignorance at this point. How many dropped spoons and fridge slams could you ignore? How many giggles and way-too-loud hushes could you pretend to not hear? The answer to both of these was as many as were made because you knew that right now, your daughter and husband were making magical memories having “sneaky” midnight ice cream.

Sakusa - He is the most strict and tries his best to be firm. He’ll bring up all the good and very valid points like “You already brushed your teeth”, “You should have finished your dinner then,” and the classic “It’s too late to eat, you need to go to sleep.” But all of those excuses crumbled as tears filled her eyes. Omi is 100% telling himself that he’ll not break next time as he watches her happily munch on some apples and peanut butter... yeah right, like that’s gonna happen lol.

Hinata - The second her little tummy grumbles, he’s throwing on his shoes and bundling her up in a jacket, much to her delight. It’s time for a Midnight Snack Run! You’ve been invited along many times, but you are so not getting out of the warm bed at this time. But you always make sure to stay up until they get home, your daughter’s happy babbling making your heart soar.